At the end of the fair, I come to thee my love
with hands full of goods I picked in this market.
Things attractive and unique, I chose
to offer to you ,with pride on my select.
But as my eyes rest on thy form most beautiful,
in stupor I throw away all my possessions from fair.
With sadness I look at you thru veil of tears remorseful
I see you smile , O enchanter, and walk to your dear.
“My Love, this sadness is all I have of separation”,
I confess and wash your hands with love unsullied,
“My dearest! this is all I seek from you in supplication
and never shall we part by words or illusional sword.”
After those words of yours, O alchemist!, tears turned
from salt to sweet while life became a magical fantasy.
I decked innocent white dress of bride new, and
wait for death to lead me to you- the source of supreme ecstasy.